After spending the weekend in DC and seeing firsthand the aftermath of the Barack Obama cult-like insanity in our nation's capitol, I am inspired to clarify the focus of my musings. Lately these snapshots of a martini quest have changed in direction somewhat, much like the future path of our country. So without being too political, I have decided to redefine the purpose of my prose. These notes have become more of a record of multiple types of cocktails in multiple cities; however the original journey has not been sidetracked. I will still press on towards that goal of the perfect martini (in Charlotte, nonetheless), and any other drinking on the side will continue to be included as I see fit.
Therefore, let us digress to a Capitol Hill style martini. Lola's - an excellent name for a bar, pastry shop, restaurant, boutique, or pet! Carrie, my dear friend from across the pond (not the pond in my neighborhood but the really big one known to many as the Atlantic) and I, exhausted from eating an excellent meal prepared by her lovely fiance, Matt, decided the best course of action to revive ourselves was to go for a cocktail at Lola's. Filled with the stylish Capitol Hill crowd, and a nice sprinkling of Marines, it was a great place for us to pass a few hours on a Friday night.
After finding two chairs - next to each other! - at the crowded bar, we ordered: Bombay Sapphire for me (no fruit, no olives) and a dirty vodka for her. The martini definitely received a solid 9. Not too much Vermouth, glass chilled, only a few razor thin ice chips floating at the surface. Tasty.
More and more of Carrie's friends begin to arrive and the absolute icing on the cake was Rob and Sean. These make you feel like sunshine mixed with a lazy afternoon - a little giddy and absolutely relaxed. Once we coaxed Sean's inner hip hop diva out into the night things got really fun. If I hadn't gotten that second martini I would recall for you some of the witty remarks!
There is a great fireplace outside as well. I imagine on a cloudless night you could see the stars between the rooftops. Gorgeous. Lots of little tables are clustered together and I ended up teaching French to Brian, Nick, and Sean - well Sean was determined to speak Spanish - but I think we managed to communicate!
Lola's and her martinis get a 9. I do love DC - go Redskins!
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